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Diablo Desert; Personal Roleplay
Topic Started: Sep 11 2016, 01:22 PM (174 Views)
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A small flying car sped along the Diablo through-pass. It's top was down and it's driver was oblivious to everything but the music blaring from the radio. She was a young woman with blonde hair that danced in the wind and lipstick the same cherry red color as her convertible speeder. It was the only movement for miles, the rest of the desert had settled into the stillness of mid day when the sun is highest and it's inhabitants are hiding from the rays. All except for one. A small blue cat spied the car from the narrow end of a telescope, hiding behind a rock near the side of the road a few miles down. She whistled a high note in appreciation, what a gorgeous car. It wasn't often anything but an old clunker came this far into the desert. Puar couldn't imagine what business brought this woman so far away from civilization.

She could tell that it would only be a minute or two before the car passed her, so she collapsed her telescope into itself and slipped it into the pint sized pack at her feet. It was the middle of the hottest summer Diablo had seen in years, targets were scarce and she couldn't avoid to miss one. The music got louder as the car moved closer, and Puar made her move. With a flick of the tail she flew out from behind the rock to the center of the road. Putting a paw in front of her the cat motioned for the vehicle to come to a stop, but the driver didn't seem to spot her.

"Hey you! Stop! Stop the car!" Puar yelled as the car got closer but she could barely hear herself over the noise from the radio and the jets of it's engine.
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Behind the steering wheel the driver seemed to be looking directly at her, but didn't show any desire to stop. Small blue cats didn't seem to terrify her, even if they were floating. Puar flew a little higher in the air to avoid being hit while the car passed underneath, covering her in it's spray of sand when it did. She coughed and sputtered, frantically trying to wipe the tiny grains out of her eyes but her hands were covered in it too.

"Whatever happened to courtesy!" She yelled in between blowing raspberries to get the sand out of her mouth. Respect for the common criminal was at an all time low, what a disgrace.

But the car was worth a chase, it would sell for a pretty penny on the desert market. The feline fighter turned tail and zipped after the woman before she could get to far. It was easy as cake catching up to her, flying cars can only go so fast. Before there was a chance to pull anything funny Puar hovered over the car and dropped straight down into the passenger seat next to the woman.

"You should really pull over!" She shouted, but her voice barely carried beyond her lips. The woman driving shouted as well but didn't have any better luck. This went on for the next half minute or so, but the only thing either of them could hear was the upbeat pop spewing out of the stereo.

The car swerved and dipped all over the road in the middle of the driver's panic. Grabbing the wheel, Diablo's tiny terror tried to correct their path but didn't actually know how to drive the thing, and it didn't help that she was being elbowed in the eye by the vehicles owner. Finally in all the flailing one of the two turned the radio off, but the only thing to hear was their combined shrieking as the car careened off the road and sped toward a looming boulder instead.
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The huge rock was inches away when Puar launched from her seat to come to her own rescue. With one paw she snagged the woman by the back of her shirt and yanked her high into the air above them; with the other she cut the wheel to the left with enough force to turn the car on it's side as it veered away from what would have been a collision. Just as the driver hit her maximum height from the throw and was about to start falling the flying cat appeared in time to wrap a tail around the woman's waist and steal her inertia.

"Didn't you see me telling you to pull over!?" Puar shouted into her face. She couldn't grasp for the life of her why people always had to over complicate things.

"Who are you? Why would I pull over this, desert is full of thieves?" The blonde woman retorted with a shout, before starting to whimper when she saw how high off the ground they were.

"I'm a thief, and I'm a thief." The line was straight out of a movie Puar watched once, she could hardly believe she was getting a chance to use it. "What did you think I'd just give up if you drove by?"

The car caught her attention again, it was still hovering on it's side, wobbling strangely like it didn't know which way was up and which was down anymore. Not a scratch.

"I don't care, but my dad looks out for his own, you don't want any trouble with him!" The lady yelled and kicked while they hovered back down to the ground. Puar let her go a few feet from the floor and she landed on her hands and knees.

"I don't care who your daddy is, no one messes with me." The words didn't sound right in her mouth because they weren't true, everyone messed with her. Most small children had a better intimidation factor than she did. She tipped the car upright and weighed her options. They were 100 miles at least from the nearest water, and even further from anyone that would be friendly to a woman like this.
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"Alright listen," Puar sighed, "I'm not going to leave you out here to die." She hovered into the drivers seat and took the keys out of the ignition, there was a plastic monogram on the ring stylized to fit over a fist and be used as a weapon. It was in the shape of an 'A'.

"Well how generous." Those three words were dripping in venom. The lady pulled herself to her feet and clapped the dirt off of her hands. "How could I ever repay you?"

"You already have." The cat said through a smile, dangling the key-ring from her tail so that it jingled.

"No way! That car costs more than your life!" She turned red faced and stomped the sand, but a moment later she was running both hands through her hair and shaking her head. "My dad's going to kill me. Oh god."

Puar moved to the rear of the car and unlocked the trunk. It swung open with a hiss and revealed a quart of oil, half a bottle of coolant, a few spare get gaskets and most importantly: two jugs of water. By that point the young woman had exhausted concern for herself and pointed a sharp finger at Puar.

"My dad's going to kill you! He's going to bury you out here too, desert dingo!" There was a loud thud as she kicked the side of the red speeder, and pulled her leg back to do it again but didn't get the chance to. Puar was there in a flash with her tail wrapped around the ankle the lady was standing on. It took a flick to yank it out from under her and connect her butt to the ground.

"Hey, don't be a sore loser!"

The woman was wide eyed with shock, still surprised by the small cat's speed. She pushed the ground away from her and slid back from the car as not to step back into the thieve's bad graces. In the meantime Puar emptied the trunk of it's water and set it on the ground.

"I don't know how long this will last, but-" The cat stopped when she heard a sniffle. The girl was crying softly into her hands, muttering something about how she should have taken the bypass.

Sympathy swelled in the thieves chest, she moved near the distressed girl and draped her tail over those thin shoulders for comfort. Like a mother to a child she hushed her for a few tender moments before continuing.

"Just be glad it was me that caught you. Anyone else in this wasteland would have given you a lot more reason to cry." The girl didn't hear her, or pretended not to, so Puar continued. "Don't take the road, any roads. Walk towards the setting sun, and don't stop. There's a village in that direction, but their scouts will find you before you find them."

At that point she was satisfied with the tools she'd left the girl. If she didn't make it the cat decided it would be her fault.
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Four days had passed since the car jacking in the desert. No sign of that lady on bilboards or milk cartons so she probably got home alright. The sporty red speeder was a blast for a day or two, but it chugged gas like every drive was it's last. It turned out fine though, sold for twice as much as it looked with some greasers that liked to pretend they were in some movie where cars are the only thing that matter in the wasteland.

There was a kid in a backwater desert village with a strange capsule he couldn't get to pop. He'd called Puar about it and sounded real jumpy. Said he'd picked it up next to some debris left over from a car accident out on the throughpass, but there aren't any accidents on the through pass that don't happen on purpose. Besides the shaky story he was a good kid, sold nice hats and good wheels in the past so the least Puar could do would be to check it out for him. Apply some elbow grease, yknow.

Since that guy with the mohawk was off humping the speeder over every dune in Diablo the cat would have to take her scooter. It was a little hover scooter, the kind serious people don't like to be seen riding around, but it did the job and sure saved a penny at the pump. No seatbelt, no airbag, no eject, the old school stuff can be pretty fun. Beats flying anyway, nothings more boring than flying through the desert.

She had this big pair of goggles she wore whenever the scooter needed riding. They didn't help much, but man did they look cool. A few hours before sun up Puar set off towards that big red sea, puttering along as fast as that thing could take her. There was nothing to see along the way, but her eyes were peeled. The moon was fat and shiny, throwing long shadows behind all the rocks and ridges. It was a dangerous place to be because it'd be pretty easy to jump someone out there at night, but usually no one was out trying to jump people cause they were afraid they'd get jumped.

More than a hundred miles in the sun started showing ahead, just a few miles before the turn onto the through pass. The through pass cut through the bare heart of the Diablo, miles and miles of land where no one could hear you scream. The locals called the most lonely parts body bags because the sand would bury anyone you dropped out there before someone found them. Lucky travellers don't see anyone on their way over, but Puars luck was slacking. There was a group of bikes next to the sign that noted the through pass, and it had changed since the last time she'd seen it. Over the middle of it there was a big 'A', one that she recognized in an instant. The bikes riders were kicking sand around next to them, spitting and smoking like their type do. They weren't close enough to the roadside to talk to, just close enough for them to get a good look at anyone going by.

That blue cat scooted on by without any trouble, but those guys made her skin crawl. She wasn't the sharpest, but at a glance she could tell they were looking for her.
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Sneaking out of that floating city of a ship was no small feat. Seven's last attempt to sneak anywhere was easily thwarted by his superiors. What's worse was that they didn't even have to use their scouters to do it either. Maybe he was too heavy on his toes, or perhaps he hadn't paid enough attention to the routes that the ones assigned on night watch took around the ship. Either way, he made sure to be much more thorough.

The quickest and easiest way to get off of the ship was to make his way to the flight deck where all of the space pods were housed opposite of the hangar garage. Unfortunately, that was much easier said than done. That location was where the most of the personnel were staffed, even after the ship went dark. The hangar bay required twenty four hour monitoring and maintenance.

Although making it through there would be a hard task, Seven had thoroughly prepared himself for it. He skulked around the entrance to the hangar bay until one of the PTO Grunts on watch passed by him without so much as glancing his way. Once the coast was clear, the former slave opened the door and made sure to close the door behind himself softly as to not arouse suspicion.

The hangar bay was well lit and extremely spacious. It housed dozens upon dozens of Saiyan space pods and the Praetor's own personal vessel. It amazed Seven that the large ship he was on could house a fleet of ships within it. It seemed that it wasn't called a warship for no reason. Seven continued to creep along the walls as he made his way through the hangar, careful to conceal himself behind a space pod whenever he could in order to avoid detection. When he saw that no one was around, he rushed toward the door that lead to the flight deck.

The door closed with an audible creak! and Seven used that chance to take off into the sky and fly off of the ship. Getting back to it wouldn't be an issue for him since the ship was merely doing circles above the clouds far from view from the rest of the world. If Earthlings caught wind that a Planet Trade Organization warship was in their skies then panic and unrest would ensue. As such, Seven didn't wear his customary PTO armor. He simply wore his dark green undergarment shirt that bonded tightly with his skin and a pair of cotton woven pants and his Saiyan armor boots to tread in. It was miraculous that of all of the aliens situated on the PTO warship, Seven appeared the most human by far.

Why? Nobody knew. Not even him.

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At first it had been night time when Seven began to traverse the desert. The air was cool, and the breeze was pleasant. He found the shifting sand dunes to be a far more pleasant site than the frozen tundras on planet Frieza. He had gotten sick of the snow, and it was nice to see something different. After a long hike of admiring the beauty of the endless grained terrain, the sun began to show and the temperature dramatically spiked. More and more sand layered itself before him until walking became more of a hazard than a means of travel. Not one to be deterred, Seven simply took to the skies and flew for a short duration.

Below him, he saw something that caught his interest. He couldn't exactly make out what it was, aside from the fact that it was something akin to a blue creature, with a tail? Even with Seven's sharp eyesight, he couldn't make sense of what it was exactly. But whatever the creature was, it rode a vehicle of sorts through the desert.

Now that was neat!

Walking was too hard and flying ruined Seven's sense of adventure. Whatever that was, Seven wanted it, and right on cue he stumbled on a group of Earthlings that had those vehicular contraptions lined up near them. Seven descended upon the ground quite a ways from the Earthlings as to not shock them with his ability to fly. He had been briefed on how such displays of Ki control were not common on Earth. Regardless, the Earthlings before him didn't look very menacing, and as such he approached them with a smile.

"Hey! Do one of you mind if I borrow one of those please? It looks really cool!" Seven exclaimed to the group as he pointed at one of their bikes.

The men furrowed their brow and looked at Seven with nothing less than shock plastered on their visage. They didn't know how he made it through the Through Pass in one piece, especially a kid. It just wasn't possible. In fact, what was someone's kid doing way out in the middle of Diablo's Desert anyways? One of the bikers managed to speak first.

"Kid, where are your parents?" He asked.

Seven frowned. "My parents abandoned me." It was true that, being a former slave, Seven's parents did leave him behind. However, to the biker group, it seemed as if they thought his parents had only just recently abandoned him. Feeling sympathetic, one of the bikers got on his bike and revved up the engine.

"Hop on kid," The biker said.

Seven's eyes lit up and he eagerly sat behind the biker, careful to wrap his arms around him as he felt that if he didn't, then he'd fly off of it.

"I'll be back guys, I'm taking him to the village," the biker called out to his crew.

"Alright McGruff, remember to keep your eyes peeled for that blue bastard!" One of the bikers said.

McGruff nodded and passed his helmet to Seven. The biker was a good one, but he still wanted the kid to be safe. With a press on the gas pedal he accelerated off into the distance and left a dust bowl of sand in his wake.

"Who's the blue bastard?" Seven asked, yelling just loud enough so that he could be heard over the roar of the engine.

"A mangy little blue cat. A hardened criminal!" McGruff shouted.

"I think I saw a blue....something, riding around here," Seven said absentmindedly as he tried to make sense of what exactly he had seen.

"You saw what!?" McGruff stopped the bike dead in its tracks so fast that Seven banged his head against the biker's back and nearly caught whiplash even with his helmet on.

"Which way did that blue critter go!?" McGruff exclaimed.

"U-Uh..." Seven tried to recall the direction he saw the vehicle travel, then realized that they might have went the opposite way. "We'd have to go back--"

"Then we're going!" McGruff pressed on the pedal and turned the bike around. "Sorry kid but this is too good of an opportunity to pass up. I'll reunite you with your parents as soon as I'm done handling my business!" He pushed his bike to full throttle and slowed down just a touch when he passed by his old crew so that he could shout, "Follow me! This kid knows where that blue bastard went!"

His crew did as he said and hurriedly jumped on their bikes and sped off behind their fearless leader. McGruff continued at full throttle until he saw another scooter in the distance.

"That must be that blue bastard right there!" McGruff exclaimed. He then took in a deep breath and bellowed at the top of his lungs--

"We're coming for ya you sonofabitch!"
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